The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 19 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Come then return unto thy mother's arms, and when I pull thee forth to serve the fire, turn thyself wholly into a burning tongue, invoking furies and infernal death, to cool thy torments with thy father's breath. Now madam countesse do you make account. To take up husbands by your countyship. Have you the broad seal for it, are you so high, and stoop, To one so low as is my husband, Hence come your head-tires and your costly gowns, Your train borne up and a man bare before you, Now fie on pride when woman go thous naked. I ever thought that pride would have a fall But little thought it would have such a fall. What fall I pray you. There you lay last, forsooth there you lay last. Be not so angry woman you are deceived I know I am deceived for thou deceivedst me, Thou mightest as well have picked my purse I tell thee, Oh would my mother say, when you have a husband. Keep to him only but now one may see, How horrible a thing it is to change, Because it angers one so horribly, You must have Ushers to make way before you, The dame is mad, I'll stay no longer with her. Well madam short heels I'll be even with you, See where the mad brain Count her husband comes, I will begone. Hear you usurers wife stay, a plague on you stay, whither go you so fast, why did I ever hurt any of your sex yet. Why no my Lord. Why no my Lord, why the devil do you turn tail when you should not, when you should you will not be half so hasty, a man must love you, woe you, spend upon you and the devil of one of you is worthy to kiss the hem of my riding gown here. Is this your riding gown my Lord. 'tis no matter what it is, talk not to me, what the devil did I mean to call thee back again, Why, my Lord I mean not to trouble you, Go to stay I say, 'tis against my will that I use you so kindly I can tell you. Why you may choose my Lord. ay but I cannot choose, there you lie now, 'tis love forsooth that Intails me to you, for if it had not been for love, I had not been here now, for the Gods do know I hold thee dearer than the pomegranate of mine eye, and that's better by three pence then the apple of mine eye. My Lord I am sorry for your heaviness. Nay 'tis no matter I am not the first ass that hath borne Cupid's treasury. My Lord 'tis enough to make an ass wise to bear treasure. Why then be you that wise ass, and bear me for I have some treasure about me will you love me. Love you my Lord it is strange you will ask it.
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Come then returne vnto thy mothers armes, and when I pull thee foorth to scrue the fire, turne thy selfe wholy into a burning tounge, in voking furies and infernall death, to coole thy tormentes with thy fathers breth. Now madam countesse do you make account. To take vp husbandes by your countishippe. Haue you the broade seale for i, are you so hye, and stoope, To one so lowe as is my husband, Hence come your headtyres and your costly gownes, Your trayne borne vp and a man bare before you, Now sye on pride when woman goe thous naked. I euer thoug that pride would haue a fall But little thought it would haue such a fall. VVhat fall I pray you. There you lay last, forsooth there you lay last. Be not so angry woman you are deceiued I know I am deceiued for thou deceiuedst me, Thou mightest aswell haue pict my pursse I tell thee, Oh would my mother say, when you haue a husband. Keepe to him onely but now one may see, How horible a thing it is to change, Because it angers one so hobly, You must haue Vshers to make way bee you, The dame is madde, Ile stay no longer with her. VVell mad shorte heeles Ile be euen withyou, See where the mad brayne Count her husband comes▪ I will begone. Heare you Vsurers wife stay, a plague on you stay, whither go you so fa, why did I euer hurt any of your sex yet. VVhy no my Lord. VVhy no my Lorde, why the deuill do you tu tayle when you should not, when you should you will not be halfe so hastie, a n must loue you, woe you, spend vpon you and the dll of one of you is worthy to kisse the he of my riding gowne heere. Is this your riding gowne my Lord. Tis no matter what it is, talke not to me, what the dll did I meane to call thee backe agayne, VVhy, my Lord I meane not to trouble you, Goe to stay I say, tis agaynst my will that I vse you so kindly I can tell you. Why you may chse my Lord. I but I cannot chuse, there you lie now, tis loue forsoth that Intailes me to you, for i it had not beene for loue, I had not beene heere now, for the Gods do know I hold thee dearer then the Poungranet of mine eye, and thats better by three pence then the aple of mine eye. My Lord I am sory for your heauinesse. Nay tis no matter I am not the first asse that hath borne Cupides tresurie. My Lord tis enough to make an asse wise to beare tres. VVhy then be you tat wi asse, and beare me for I haue some treasure ut me will you loue me. Loue you my Lord it is strange you wil aske it.